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A Prelate he loups on before,
A Catholic behin',
But gi'e me a Cameronian,
He f——s a body blin'.
For tillin'. etc.
MY AUNTIE JEAN.
Tune—"John Anderson, my jo."
| This fragment is attributed to Burns. In a letter to Samuel Brown, Ballochneil, Kirkoswald (his mother's half-brother), dated May, 1788, he refers to the "Ailsa fowling season," and asks him to procure for him "three or four stones of feathers." |
My auntie Jean held to the shore,
As Ailsa boats cam' back;
And she has coft a feather bed
For twenty and a plack;
And in it she wan fifty mark,
Before a towmond sped;
O! what a noble bargain
Was auntie Jeanie's bed.
OUR GUDEWIFE'S SAE MODEST.
Tune—"John Anderson, my jo."
This is an old fragment.
Our gudewife's sae modest.
When she is set at meat,
A laverock's leg, or a tittling's wing,
Is mair than she can eat;
But, when she's in her bed at e'en,
Between me and the wa';
She is a glutton deevil.
She swallows c—ds and a'.
